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SOMETIMES Sometimes we live. Sometimes we die. Sometimes we give. Sometimes we cry. Sometimes we stand to live. Sometimes we sit to die. Eight times I did live. Seven times I did die. This time I live and worry. This time I stand and pray. This time from Death I scurry. This time I wish for a new day. Today I ponder. Today I shake. Today I wonder........ does my soul they “take”. It is to be decided by your Gods, and Shake.

How Many ?

How many graves? How many news flashes? How many tear drenched friends? How many marches down the Cathedral Hall?  Who the Hell knows? Not I. Not you. " THEY " definitely do not know. The way we, sic ' society ', are developing has made it obvious that violence and disrespect have become the norm. Our music, our glorification of the need to 'out do the Jones', all of these are factors in the downhill slide of a peaceful Unitarian existence. To quote the great George Carlin, "Peace, what a concept." To write or speak for hours on end does no better then mask the scar within the author and alleviate the pain of being a part of the problem. How many Siddhartha's, John Lennon's, or other Wanderer's must speak out to the world and no one hears? From beyond the annuls of recorded history, through all phase's of society, there has always been that one person, the 'Gifted', who have tried to teach us how we shou